In Plain Sight (2008–2012): Season 3, Episode 9 - Death Becomes Her - full transcript

Richie, pass the pasta.

- You talk to the guy?
- Oh, yeah.

Did you use the Roma tomatoes?
This tastes different.

Not Romas... I don't know what they were.

So what did he say?

He said what he said before.

Were they the larger ones?
They don't have as much flavor.

They were the same size,
maybe a little smaller.

You set him straight, right?

He saw what happened to the last guy.

Yeah. I remember.



Everybody knows what happened to that guy.

Mike Pastrano.

What?

Mike Pastrano... that's
who you're talking about.

We all know who you mean.

I don't know why you have
to use this ridiculous code.

You better mind your
own damn business, Mia.

There's a table full
of people here, Richie.

You think we don't got ears?

I got to sit here and
pretend I'm an idiot?

I was just asking about the sauce.

They were camparis, the tomatoes.

Any more fascinating
questions about the food?

Let's talk about something else.



So, Robin, is that a new dress?

'Cause I don't remember it.

You sure make it look nice.

Thanks, Marco.

I'm sorry... if I ruined dinner.

I know you don't really like Marco.

I shouldn't have brought him over.

I just think you can do better.

And I think, you know, you're 20.

He's a good guy, auntie Mia,

if you'd give him a chance.

What is that?

Gorgeous, right? He asked me today.

I was gonna tell everyone over dessert.

Mia, is there any more red?

That's the last of it.

I'm gonna run down to
wine mart and grab some.

Come on.

I got to finish the dishes.

Trish and Robin can do that.

Let's get out of here.

Get some air.

All right.

Look...

We're all sympathetic
to your little ordeal,

the mood swings.

But you don't think you're
taking it a little far?

I got my own opinions.

Marco's a guest in our house.

He's gonna be family.

Yeah, well, he's gonna fit right in.

Hey, Richie likes him.
That's all that counts.

Yeah, that's for sure.

Oh, I don't know, Mia.

Now you're gonna go and
bite the hand that feeds you?

I mean, I know you had your troubles,

but you are way out of line.

You're right. I'm... I'm sorry.

You've been doing a lot of talking,

not just at dinner.

You shoot your mouth off all over town...

How you're sick of this family,

how you'd love it if we'd all just...

Blah, blah, blah.

You think I don't hear things?

You think I don't know
where this is going?

No, I'm just tired. I'm...

No. Benny, please!

Friendship, it's been said...

Is God's way of
apologizing for your family.

I don't really subscribe to
the God part, but if I did...

Apologizing for family is
the least he could do...

Don't flip out, okay? This
is just temporary housing.

Once we meet with the A.U.S.A.
and you tell them what you have,

a deal gets worked out,

and his life becomes
about making yours happy.

You said something about a phone.

Yeah. I'm number one on the speed dial.

When you need something,
I'm your first and only call.

- Got it?
- Got it.

Would have put you in a hotel,

but you said a kitchen
was important, so...

Yeah, no, this'll do.

Uh, I'm not gonna be
here that long anyway.

Uh, look, Mia,

once you come into WITSEC,
you stay where we put you.

No, I know. I meant, um...

do we have any kind of,
um, confidentiality here,

like a lawyer or a priest?

Uh, sure, if it doesn't
jeopardize the case.

I'm terminal.

Dying.

You're...

you're sure?

It's a grade-four brain tumor.

Surgeons got what they could,
but my time is limited...

Weeks, months maybe.

God.

Wow, um...

Okay, um, well, this
is... this is awkward.

But first, I'm gonna have
to verify the diagnosis.

Knock yourself out. What's second of all?

I don't know.

I mean, is there anything I can do?

Do you need anything...
hospital trips or checkups?

I'm way beyond the hospital now.

No, just keep it to yourself, okay?

My family... they don't even know.

I mean, they know about
the surgery, but...

Why the secret?

I've spent my whole life
being that mobster's daughter,

handled, treated with kid gloves.

Now I got to be that dying chick?

I'll pass.

It makes me cringe to think people

would be walking on eggshells,
treating me all nice.

Oh.

Well, yeah.

I think you've come to the right place.

Since 1970, the federal
witness protection program

has relocated thousands of witnesses,

some criminal, some not,

to neighborhoods all across the country.

Every one of those individuals
shares a unique attribute,

distinguishing them from the rest

of the general population.

And that is...

somebody wants them dead.

So Albuquerque... you like it?

I do. I like the air a lot...

and the sky.

The sky is amazing,

except for the dumb-ass
hot-air balloons.

I know. Who does that, right?

But "more importantly," said the
Italian girl, "what about the food?"

How do you feel about red and green chili

in every other thing you're gonna eat?

You'll end up loving them or hating them,

but trust me, you won't
be indifferent for long.

I just mean you'll
know in a couple seconds

if you like them or not.

Yeah, no, I'm a lot
more decisive these days.

That was...

- Sorry.
- Oh, shut up.

Can I ask you a personal question?

- You don't have to answer.
- Oh.

Yay. My favorite kind
of personal questions.

I got no more secrets,
not from you, anyway. Go.

Well, if I were...

if I were dying, I think
I'd be on a beach in Maui

with margaritas on an I.V. drip.

Your last days are gonna be
depositions and courtrooms

and psycho family drama.

I mean, why?

Why do it?

Because I want to make a stand.

I want to... I want to leave my mark.

If I have only one breath left,

I will use it to testify, for Robin.

It's the only thing I want
now. It's the only thing I need.

Who's Robin?

My niece.

You know, when I see her,

God...

it's like looking at
myself in an old scrapbook.

I just want to keep her away from
the decisions I made, the mistakes.

And if this goes to trial,
my testimony will show her

what this family is really like.

Maybe it'll... I... I don't know...

Nudge her onto a different path.

Huh.

- What?
- Nothing.

It's just...

Just remarkably non-hateful.

It's funny.

I find I don't have a lot of hate left.

One good side effect.

Congratulations.

You are no longer dependent
on the department of justice.

- Thanks, Marshall.
- Not at all.

I'm proud when my fledgling witnesses

take that next step moving
off the mother's milk...

A weekly stipend into the brave
new world of self-reliance.

And I wanted to let you know
that while the money stops,

our connection goes on unabated.

Call me anytime.

I will.

Place looks nice.

You settling in okay?

I am.

I didn't think going to law school

and not becoming a lawyer
would make me so happy.

Is that a Todd Calvert?

Uh, I guess so.

I just like the colors.

Listen, I hate to rush,

but, uh, I have an
appointment at 10:00, so...

Oh, okay.

So we'll touch base whenever.

You know how to reach
me if you need anything.

Sure.

Thanks so much, Marshall, for everything.

It's so good to see you, sweet pea.

Aw, you too, mom.

Mm.

So...

Listen, um...

- I'm sorry that I haven't called or anything.
- Oh.

It's forgotten.

Hmm.

So...

how's the new job, the new place?

Questions I never thought
I'd be asking you at all,

never mind in the same sentence.

Everything's...

God, good.

Next week I'm taking some of my students

to a tap dancing competition in Phoenix.

And I am gonna
shuffle-ball-change the crap

out of those other little brats.

Not that winning is important.

So, mom, there's something that
I have to tell you about my trip.

Sounds ominous. Just say it.

You remember Lauren?

- Dad's other...
- Oh, I remember Lauren.

Uh, well, she has a brother.

And that's who I went to visit.

And he's here now in town.

James' son... is in town?

Mm, Scott's been a really huge help to me.

That's his name, Scott.

Really supportive, so nice.

Uh, and he knows a ton about dad.

And I know this must be
really freaky for you,

so that's why I asked Mary not to say

- until I could...
- I want to meet him.

Seriously?

Murder, prostitution, racketeering,

fencing stolen goods, DVD piracy.

Name a crime, someone in the
Cusato family is guilty of it.

And you'd be comfortable

testifying against the
people who raised you?

Comfortable's not the word I'd pick,

but one of them tried to kill me,

and I'm a hell of a lot
less comfortable with that.

Which brings us to the gun and the car.

According to forensics,

Benny didn't actually get a hold of it...

He was going to kill
me if I didn't kill him.

D.A. ruled self-defense.

Or didn't you get that memo?

Look, I wrote down everything I know.

I'm not exactly sure how all
of these names are involved,

but I do know they've all received some
kind of payoff from my brother Richie.

County clerks, city officials,
a few state politicians...

Customs guys, for sure.

And, uh, what about you?

What should I know about my star witness?

Can't think of a thing.

Nothing else that might be relevant?

Just something you maybe
forgot to mention to the FBI.

I realize you were rushed,
confused... a lot going on that day.

Seems like there's a
lot going on right now.

Spit it out, counselor.

You underwent cranial
surgery four months ago.

You don't think a brain
tumor might warrant a mention?

- You promised.
- I never said a word.

She didn't have to.
We do our own homework.

But why would you make a
promise like that, inspector?

Intentionally withholding pertinent
information from the D.O.J.?

She's here. She's telling
you what she knows.

She asked for confidentiality
in a private matter.

I gave my word. What's the problem?

The problem is, she might not live
long enough to make it to trial.

Wow.

Say it again, Tippy,
but slap her this time,

'cause I think it's all a little
too much with the niceties.

Mia, I apologize...

really, but we can't pretend this away.

The fact is, it's possible.

It's also possible I
could live long enough.

Even the doctors don't know for sure.

Look, we're all sitting
here because there's a case.

That hasn't changed.

I'm guessing taped
testimony's still admissible?

Inspector, when it
comes to legal strategy,

I prefer not to guess.

I need to look into this further,

assess the ramifications.

We'll meet again tomorrow.

But if there's anything
else you're holding back...

Nope. Dead on arrival's
my big, dark secret.

What you want to do with that
is up to you, Mr. Boswell.

- What's that?
- That would be a painting.

Oh, God, no.

You're not gonna try to drag
me to another art show, are you?

Last time I got cornered
by some freak wearing a kilt

with a tattoo inside his
bottom lip that said, "yeah."

He showed it to me
twice while I was eating.

No.

This is about my witness, Patrick Hill.

It might be nothing. We'll see.

How's Mia?

Levelheaded, funny, smart,

no trouble whatsoever.

She's...

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you.

Your talent for keeping a confidence

is one of your most admirable qualities,

along with the ability to shoot accurately

while downing a big gulp.

Can I help you find something?

Yeah, there was this... there
was this witness a while back,

a case where a guy was shot and dying

and they videoed his testimony.

U.S. vs. Carlton Marchak...
first-degree felony kidnapping,

sending you the link.

Oh, praise Jesus, you have no life.

Teresa. You're the best.

I'd say that's about right.

So I went over to Patrick Hill's house

to hand-deliver his last stipend check.

I know and admire the ritual.

And I noticed something odd...

a watercolor by Todd Calvert.

Help me out. I'm more into pottery.

Calvert is expensive.

I don't see how Patrick can afford it,

not with his income...
rent, student loans.

But he's a law-abiding citizen,

witnessed a crime,
came forward to testify.

Sounds far from shady.

Yes, but this is where it gets disturbing.

I went into his financials.

No record of a credit card purchase

or personal check clearing
for any kind of artwork.

- Gift?
- Possibly.

But in my research, I also
accessed his phone records.

281... area code for...

Houston. He called home.

- He did.
- We got a breach?

We may. The question is why?

- Hey, Marshall.
- We need to talk.

Well, can it wait?

I'm... I'm kind of in
the middle of something.

It has to be now.

Hello. How you doing?

Bob, Marshall. Marshall, Bob.

Uh, we were just about to
order pizza and watch the game.

You want to join us?

Thanks, but I can't stay.

I just need a moment with Patrick.

Oh, sure thing.

What's the problem?

You called someone in
Houston from your landline.

I did.

You called a florist.

Did the flowers you sent
include a note with your name?

Um...

What about payment?

Is there a credit card out
there that someone could trace?

Uh, let me think.

You have to tell me the truth, Patrick.

I can't do a full threat
assessment without all the details.

I know, I know.

Patrick, you're hiding something.

And I think it has to do
with your friend in there,

the one with the strong Texas accent.

Do you know him from your previous life?

Yes.

That's extremely bad.

How long has he been in Albuquerque?

Since I got here.

That's... wow.

Even worse.

Bob, can I speak to you a moment?

I say this without bias or accusation,

but am I correct in surmising
that you two are a couple,

and for some reason, you
want that to be a secret?

I don't. I never did.

Did I? I've been saying from day one.

I just want to keep my
private life private.

Please.

Look, I wanted to send my
mother flowers for her birthday.

I forgot the rule about the phone.

That's because the rules
were never explained to you,

because you're not actually
supposed to be here.

Sorry. All right.

Look, this is not about
sexual orientation.

The program recognizes
domestic partnerships.

What it doesn't recognize is the right

to bring someone along in secret.

And by the way, Bob, you've
been here since day one?

I've checked this place a thousand times.

Are you two sharing
clothing and toiletries?

I live across the
courtyard in my own place.

God forbid, we live together openly.

Can we not start, for once?

Oh, please, we're way
past start here, Patrick.

Look, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have misled you.

I should have told you about us.

But I...

I just couldn't.

My family... they'd never understand.

Patrick, I don't mean to be glib,

but if ever there was an opportunity

to let go of what your family thinks,

it's in witness protection,

where you will never see them again.

You see? This...

this is what I'm dealing with...

a lunatic.

Bob, I need the name of
every person from Texas

with whom you've been in contact

since your arrival in Albuquerque

and the name of every person

those people might have told
about your presence here.

Are you trying to scare me?

No, I'm trying to scare both of you.

I need that list now.

Please!

Good afternoon.

Hi, Tippy.

Ms. Cusato...

Mia, because of the
severity of your condition

and the strong chance that
you might not make it trial,

about which I sincerely hope I'm wrong...

Okay. Well, we saw this coming.

So here you go.

United States vs. Carlton Marchak...

do you know it?

Felony kidnapping.

Mail Carrier intervenes, gets shot
in the process, dies in the hospital.

And on his death bed,
he gives taped testimony,

which helps secure the conviction.

Yeah, so you people live for precedent.

Here it is... signed,
sealed, and delivered.

There's... there's some
very key differences.

The witness was a mailman,
not a member of a crime family.

She was inside, Tippy.

She knows the family
up, down, and sideways.

Y... you're telling me
she's not as good a witness

as a dead letter carrier.

First, Mia, the defense
would try to use your tumor

as a way to undermine the
credibility of your testimony.

They would say that you were confused,

that you're imagining things.

And we'd have no opportunity for redirect.

God, you can't be serious.

Then there's the matter of the shooting.

I don't doubt it was in self-defense,

but your cousin never got to his weapon.

That's undisput...

No, you're right. She should have waited.

She'd be gone now. I'd be out for a jog.

You could be doing the crossword. Christ!

- Mary.
- What?

You know, sometimes I have to say yes

to cases I don't care
for, and no to ones I do.

Mia, believe me,

I know what it's like to
have your body betray you.

I am deeply, deeply sorry.

If there was anything more I could do...

Are you kidding me?

There are a million things you could do.

You could color outside
the lines for once,

God damn it.

She's here to do something right,

something we all want done.

- Sack up, Tippy.
- Mary.

It's fine.

Mr. Boswell, thank you.

Yeah. Thanks.

Just so you know, I'm not
accepting this outcome.

It goes without saying.

You can't just put her out on the street.

I mean, forget the protection we promised.

She's literally got nothing...
no income, nowhere to go.

There's got to be something we can do.

Could be. I'll get into it.

I knew it.

I knew you'd think of
something. What is it?

Just let me do a little recon, okay?

It's tricky, Mary.

Stan, right now

a "maybe" would feel
like winning the lotto.

Okay, maybe.

You leaving early?

Ah, I thought I'd go check on Mia,

see if she feels like hanging out tonight.

Ah.

What? What's that mean?

It implies understanding.

No, it implies you
think you know something,

something even I don't know.

"Ah" is Marshall-speak for arrogant.

You like her.

I don't hate her.

Which for you is tantamount
to eternal fealty.

Would you go so far as to say

that under different circumstances,

you might be, dare I say, friends?

What's your point?

No matter what you do or feel for her,

she's not gonna be here long.

And that you can't change.

Yeah, well, what I can
do is make it better.

Thanks, sunshine.

I know that you can make it better.

Just don't make it worse for yourself.

I love when you talk
to me in greeting card.

I'm serious, Mary.

That's why you're so lucky to have me.

Where you're blind, I see.

Where I'm smart, you're an idiot.

Symbiosis personified.

I was so happy that you called,

well, that you even wanted to meet me.

Oh. Don't be silly. Of course.

We're practically...

well, at least mutually intrigued.

So...

James never told you about us?

No, but I get the feeling he
felt bad about leaving you.

What makes you say that?

Well, he was always telling me that, uh,

one of the worst things you can do

is intentionally hurt the people you love.

That's ironic.

Too bad he didn't take his own advice.

What?

That thing you're doing
with your eyebrow...

he used to do that, your father.

No, no, no, no. It's okay.

I just... I just hadn't
thought about it in ages.

It's like watching home
movies or something.

Listen, this can't be easy for you either.

My dad had a steady job.

I mean, he traveled a lot
for work, but he loved us.

Scam artist, a bank robber...

I mean, this guy that
Brandi and Mary talk about...

It's just... I don't know. That's not him.

Oh, it is, though, believe me.

That's the man I married.

That's your father.

Well, it's not all of him, though.

Well...

you'd know better than me.

Um, listen, Scott,

there's something I... I want to say...

That I need to.

It's more likely that...

you'll see your father again before I do.

And I'd like you to tell him something.

I'm doing great.

My life is truly great...

without him.

Could you?

Could you do that for me?

Mmm. Oh, my God, this lasagna...

You are now officially the
Italian grandmother I never had.

Oh, shut up.

Whatever you say, Nonna.

So your niece... she's back there,

I take it, with them?

Unfortunately.

She's like a daughter to me,

so this being apart, it's brutal.

You never had kids?

Couldn't...

which is maybe a good thing.

My husband was a sack
of, let's say, rocks.

Don't know why I ever married him.

I never really loved anyone except Robin.

I was scared to death of my father.

My mother... she was just a shell.

I get that. Trust me.

Ah, you're just saying
that so I feel less alone.

Mm-mm.

It's a kind lie, but it's a lie.

It's not, I swear.

And my father was, well...

Let's just say,

if he'd known your family,
he would have fit right in.

Your dad was a crook?

I shouldn't really be talking about this.

Why? I'm not a witness. I'm not in WITSEC.

Besides, anything you say
goes straight to the grave.

Nice.

Okay, so no husband, boyfriend?

I can't really talk about it.

Come on.

It has nothing to do with security.

It's just embarrassing and pathetic.

Okay, then here's to
talking about nothing,

bitching about everything, and...

The daughters of bad men.

We have to relocate you.

Arrangements are being made.

God, Marshall.

I... I don't know if I can do it again.

If you want to be with Bob,

he has to enter the program with you.

Or we move you alone, and
you never see him again.

I don't know.

I honestly don't know what to do.

Don't take this the wrong way,

but it's 2010.

We have a liberal administration,

legalized marriage in a number of States.

Do you really feel that coming
out would be that difficult?

Well, don't take this the wrong way,

but that's a pretty easy thing to say

when you're not a gay man from
a conservative family in Texas.

You're right. I'm sorry.

I've done this my whole life...

Compartmentalized, avoided.

My dad's a good person...

with strong opinions on
who goes to hell and why.

I leave you with two words...

Dick Cheney.

See you tomorrow.

We all want to have an effect,

leave a mark to show we were even here.

I get that.

It's why kids scrawl in wet cement

and cavemen drew on walls.

Why you do what you do, no?

- Hey, Stan.
- I just made your night.

We figured out a way for us to help Mia.

What? Seriously?

We got her money for lodging, incidentals.

It's not a new identity, but...

Oh, Stan, you made my night. Thank you.

Don't thank me. Thank Allison Pearson.

And I mean that literally.
She's expecting your call.

Ah, victory. Why such a bitter aftertaste?

Pop a Tic Tac. And then call her.

Bye.

What's going on?

Well...

there's not gonna be a trial.

But you do get to stay in Albuquerque.

You'll be taken care of.

- I'll be taken care of?
- Yeah.

What is that?

You pulling strings for
the poor dying girl...

That's eggshells, Mary.

That's exactly what I didn't want.

Do you even listen?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hang on.

You feel sorry for me? Great, get in line.

You and your boss get a bunch of
other people to feel sorry for me,

so I can die in this
climate-controlled rat hole?

What?

And I'm supposed to feel grateful?

Mia, maybe I'm not being clear, okay?

You're gonna have a
place to live, a stipend.

- I can look in on you.
- Yeah, no.

The look of growing pity in your eyes

as I become more and
more useless, every hour?

Really looking forward to that.

Ok, we don't need to.

We're down the road, Mary.

And I promise you, I mean
this, leave now, get out.

Get out.

Mom?

What are you doing?

Thinking.

Ah, so I see.

I met Scott today.

Scott, right.

Thank you, Brandi.

- Oh, it's not her
fault. - Uh-huh.

I wanted to see him.

I wanted to hear about your father...

find a way to tell him how
much better my life is now.

- It is.
- Oh, is it?

- Yes.
- Well, I tell myself that.

I just don't know anymore.

And it hurts.

And I want it to stop!

Since when does hurting equal better?

You know, mom...

I don't want to say your problems

are less significant than other people's.

But your problems are less
significant than other people's.

And I mean that in the
nicest, most un-me way.

Some people are all alone.

They have no family at all.

Your... your life is good.

How about not terrible?

Okay.

Okay, not terrible.

Definitely not worth
blowing apart for a shot.

Come on, call your
sponsor. Go to a meeting.

- Let... let me drive you.
- No, no, no, no.

I'll be fine.

I'll be not terrible soon.

Good night.

Hey, Mia.

I wanted to apologize for
being such a bitch before

and to say good-bye.

I'm going to Kansas City to see Robin.

No, you're not.

Yes, Mary, I am. I have to.

No, Mia, look,

as soon as you set foot in
Kansas City, you're dead.

You get why that's funny, right?

No, I'm having a hard time
finding the funny right now.

Look, I get why this
feels like a good idea...

I didn't call to get
talked out of it, Mary,

and I didn't call for
another round of pity.

Jesus, Mia, enough with
the pity B.S., okay?

This isn't pity. This is my
twisted version of friendship.

Do you want it or not?

I'll take your silence
to mean "hell, yes."

I'll see you in ten.

- Mary, you don't have to...
- Oh, shut up.

Come on, please.

Don't do this.

What's the emergency?

I asked him to come
with me, and he said no.

I'm going back to Houston.

Talk some sense into him, Marshall.

He'll listen to you.

I don't know what to say
except this doesn't actually

constitute an emergency.

This is over.

Look, they're moving me to...

Just... I can tell you everything,

as soon as you say you'll come with me.

But I can't go without you.

I want to be with you. I
want us to be together...

Really together.

I'm sorry. I just...

I just don't believe you.

I hope you'll be happy and safe

in your new secret life.

Prove it.

What?

What you're saying... prove it.

Excuse me. Um, hi.

Um, I'm Patrick Hill.

I... I live across the courtyard.

I know.

Yes, but...

do you know that I'm gay?

See...

I love this man.

His name is Bob.

All right, you and Bob have a good day.

I hate to step on a moment,

but your new WITSEC inspector's
gonna be here in two hours.

Think you can both be
packed and ready to go?

We will be.

Seriously...

you should probably...

probably start packing.

The trick to grilling, Marco,

is you got to wait for
the grate to get red-hot.

When you throw the meat on,
you're making a commitment,

you know what I'm saying?

Not so much, sir.

I'm saying you don't even check it.

You want to take a
peek, see how it's going.

That's a sucker's move...
four minutes then flip.

I like mine medium,
little pink in the middle.

Who the hell are you supposed to be?

A guest with a badge, asshole, so back up.

Auntie Mia?

Hey, baby.

The stones you got coming back here.

Stupid is what it is.

I'm not here to cause trouble, Richie...

Just to talk to Robin.
I need a minute alone.

Robin, you sit down.

Hey! I think you can give her
a minute, probably even five.

Dad...

I'd like to hear what Mia has to say.

No, no. No, no, no, no. No pockets.

Put your hands where I can see them...

Now.

Did you kill cousin Benny, like they say?

Yes, I did...

right before he tried to kill me.

Robin...

I had to do all this,

and the reasons why make
my heart ache for you.

I just want to tell you to run.

Run fast and far.

Make a new life for yourself.

But this is our family.

Exactly. It is.

And some of it you get to inherit,

and some of it you get to pick,

like Marco.

Don't marry him because
you're supposed to,

because you're already in this far.

Marry him because...

you want his face beside yours

in a scrapbook your
grandkids are looking through,

because you can't stand the thought

of not waking up next
to him when you're 80.

You're making him your life.

Why are you saying this?

You're scaring me, like we're
not gonna see each other again.

We won't, baby.

It's just not possible.

But I need to say I love you.

I needed to say good-bye.

Maybe I could...

maybe just come with you.

No, you can't, baby.

I wish I could take you with me,

but...

now...

I'm not afraid.

It's weird, but I'm not...

as long as I know you'll
take care of yourself.

I will.

I promise.

Okay.

I'm gonna hold you to that.

I can count the witnesses I've
admired on a hand and a half.

The ones I liked, fewer still.

But when it comes to those
I was truly friends with,

I can't put a number on it.

I don't need to.

It's just Mia...

Someone who wouldn't
be around for very long.

I know... somewhere a
therapist's couch beckons.

Hello?

Mia lived 42 years.

All she wanted in the end was to
have made a difference in one life.

She did. She absolutely did.

I know what she'd say
if she heard all this.

"Oh, shut up"... her
version of " rest in peace."

You want me to...

go with you?

I should do it alone.

Why? I'm here.

Come on.

Oh, hey.

You think...

you think maybe we could talk tomorrow?

My day was just...

well, it's difficult to describe.

I just wanted to thank you.

Everything you said really
put things in perspective.

And I... I... I just want to tell you

I finally found my place...

In the world.

And that makes me...

Proud.

I just...

I just need to feel it more.

You do, mom.

You do. You should feel proud.

You should feel proud of
everything you've accomplished.

Not being proud...

I learned that from my mother.

And I'm...

I'm so worried I passed it on to Brandi.

I sure as hell didn't pass it on to you.

But you passed on a lot of good things...

to both of us.

I'm sorry about your day, honey.

You don't have to talk to
me if you don't want to.

A friend died.

Oh, Mary.

Mm.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I really am.

Her name was Mia.

Tell me about her.

She was this...